Sunday Snog: Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights.

“Are you okay there?” she asked as she looked up and noticed Philip’s pained expression.
“Yeah, not bad,” he rasped, then smiled that disturbingly disarming smile.

“Sounds like you need a drink. Hang on.” She reached into the recesses of her bag and pulled out a slim bottle of water. She popped open the sports cap and strode the few feet over to Philip, offering it to his lips. He smiled and accepted the tip of the bottle gratefully. As Philip gulped, Hermione tipped the bottle more and stood on tip-toe to get the necessary angle.

She over-balanced slightly and was unable to catch herself in time. She crashed into Philip’s thigh and the bottle flew from her hands, splattering them both with water in the process., The bottle dropped with a thump to the ground while Philip’s arm automatically wrapped around her falling body.

Their words poured out and stumbled over each other

“Are you…”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Are you…?”

“Yes. I’m fine.”

Hermione looked into foliage-green eyes and stopped. Her hands had landed on his chest, her stomach against his thigh. Philip’s arm was tight around her and his fingers gently gripped the opposite shoulder, holding her reassuringly in his warmth. The bark of the tree rubbed across her calves and her knees stung from their impact against the log.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She focused in on his liquid lashed lips and stuttered.

Surprise was the gentlest of emotions Hermione felt as his lips planted themselves upon hers. A whole sea of emotion rolled over her as she felt lust, shock, outrage and passion all at once transmitted across their bridged lips.
She found herself reacting and pressed her lips back against him, gently caressing his plump soft folds with hers. She clamped her fingers around the thick material of his shirt, pulling him against her before she realised fully what her body was doing. She was ignited like a bush fire. Dizzy, she was unable to stop burning.

Eventually Hermione drew away from the kiss and stood back a step. Philip’s hand rested on her upper arm as she panted and straightened her hair.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know what came over me there.” Her cheeks were brightly flushed, her eyes focused on the grassy floor.

“Please don’t apologise.” Philip smiled. “It was as much my fault as yours, I don’t know what came over me, I’m usually far more restrained and I’m afraid”I do believe I’ve broken pose as well.”
She looked up at him and saw the cheeky glint to his eye and she laughed.

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